Vanessa Doofenshmirtz TickleAgent P. was on his way to Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc.. He used his grappling hook to launch himself up to Dr. Doofenshmirtz's flat from the ground below. Crashing through the window, he expected Dr. D. to be there when he arrived, but, to his surprise, no-one was there. The fedora'd hero walked from the living room around the halls. Eventually he reached a bedroom, where he found Vanessa, Dr. Doofenshmirtz's daughter. As the music blared, he pounced on her.Vanessa Doofenshmirtz Tickle2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ahh! What are you doing!?" Vennessa blurted as Perry tackled her. "You're one of my dad's agent enemies, aren't you?"
Perry nodded silently as he roped up Vannessa's arms. In an instant, she was blindfolded by him. She was jostled around for 5 to 10 minutes before the blindfold was removed. Her booted feet were locked into stocks, as well as her arms were tied above her. In front of her was a large machine covered by a curtain.
"Look," Vanessa said to Agent P.. "I know
A Day In The Life Of Leah The Pillow GirlMarch 19th 1999A Day In The Life Of Leah The Pillow Girl3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
First day back after a two week break is always going to be a drag. It's really weird, I've this weird flashback thing where I woke up this morning and started to do things I did before I was a Pillow Girl. I can't even remember those things! I got up and instantly tried to undress, I almost tore myself as I'm always stuck in this stupid tight uniform. I understand it's my pillow case or whatever, but c'mon! At least let me change! Anyway, I sleepily made my way over to the shower and hopped in, soaking myself instantly and I began to compress (all my stuffing was clumping together), so I had to get Rachel to hairdryer me. Pillow Girl with a Rubber Sister, I don't even know. Anyway, everyone at school was saying how much they missed my softness over the holidays. I mean, I love cuddling and hugs too, but I had random people just ramming their head into my cleavage! Talk about rude! But anyway, we were just getting back into the swing of things, just y
School Sweetheart part 2 I followed Clara through the cavernous halls of her mansion, my eyes constantly flickering between the two most distracting aspects. The halls themselves were shockingly grand. A marble floor with a carpet so plush I could feel my shoes sink slightly with every step. The walls were decorated with polished and ornate fixtures, paintings, and delicate engravings. Every so often we would pass a door,but Clara kept moving on, not stopping. The ceiling stretched far above, making the sound of us breath, and even the rustling of our clothes, bounce loud echos back at us. If it weren't for the carpet, I was sure that our footsteps would have done the same. Oddly enough, despite the acoustics, I hadn't heard anyone else since we entered.School Sweetheart part 22 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The second thing that split my attention was Clara herself. Without a crowd of people between us, her body was even more obviously large. Her back had multiple rolls the flowed down, forming love handles that I was sure
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Party Balloons (Male Inflation RP)Short set-up:Party Balloons (Male Inflation RP)2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Other Person: Kevin
Plot: 2 Friends are blowing up balloons for someone's birthday party, and they begin to get angry at one another, so they begin to turn each other into balloons.
Stranger: "I tell you he likes red." Kevin stated, beginning to get upset. He was known to dress pretty fancy. He had very messy black hair, deep blue eyes, a fair skin and was wearing a white buttoned shirt over a black vest, like a businessman's but without the tie. He had blue jeans held by a belt and black boots. "Why do you keep saying your color will be better?"
You: "Because I've never seen him with anything red!" Alex barked back, slowly beginning to raise his voice. He usually would wear casual clothes, but was dressed in tight black skinny jeans with a black belt holding them up, along side a white shirt and a small blue bow tie around his neck. He had long brown hair that waved to his left, glassy brown eyes and quite pale skin. "Whereas most of his jacket's are y
Phineas and Ferb: Tickle MachineAs usual, Phineas and Ferb were building a strange new invention, and as usual, Candace was trying to bust them. She had seen their construction from her room, and was now walking outside to talk to them. Phineas and Ferb as well as their friends were all working on the machine.Phineas and Ferb: Tickle Machine1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What are you two up to?" she demanded.
"We're building a tickling machine for the Fireside Girls," Ferb responded.
"Yeah," Phineas added. "They're getting their tickling patch."
Naturally, Candace was confused by the whole situation. Why anyone would want a patch for being tickled was beyond her. She was extremely ticklish and hated it.
"I'm calling mom!" she threatened as she sat down in nearby chair. As the phone rang she questioned Phineas and Ferb, "I don't get it. Why would the Fireside Girls even want to be tickled?"
"Oh, I don't think you understand," Isabella slyly responded. 'We're not the ones being tickled."
In her confusiom, Candace blurted "wha-" as metal clamps locked her feet and han